There was a yell as something SOLID collided with the backside of his head, causing him to drop to his knees and cradle the back of his head. HISSING in pain through his teeth as he felt something damp against his finger tips. Blood would his best guess as his head was knocked forward so violently he’d almost bitten through his lip during the assault.
Angered groaning sounded from the hunter as he tried standing— footing off as his sight was faint and ears ringing that silent bell of PAIN. Giles only grew more agitated to see a MAN was the one to assault him. Forget what he was originally tracking— a finger pointed accusingly at the stranger.
‘’Boy, I’m gonna goddamn bludgeon you with a NAILED BAT.
The HELL you think ya’ doin’? Huh?!’’
creeping around the odd alleyway and sliding along the dark hallways of old buildings was just expected by now. exploring abandoned places had mostly lost its allure. it was the task of stalking specific creatures that had always been challenging and thrilling. moving along, dean had found the hideout of his specific target. the derelict housing was uncreative, but it wasn’t like a member of the undead community was able to avoid suspicion if people knew they’ve been alive for well over a hundred years while looking twenty-three.
so when he surprises his target, swinging his homemade mallet with an silver gilding on it ( also some awkwardly drawn rune work, dean never had been the artistic type ), dean is actually the one surprised when the man yells at him rather than staying knocked down. eyes traveling between his hammer and the irate man, he’s at a loss for words. why didn’t the sigils work? or the metal? it takes him a while before the thought of ‘ maybe this isn’t the creature ’ passes through his mind.
“ not a fan of the beetles, huh? ” he says it with a sarcastic tone even though he legitimately feels bad for the man.
